Intensity Novels & Stories

“ You might want to follow her on your way out, “ I badgered I guess I looked threatening enough for them to not say anything. That JJ guy was getting on my last nerve. I’d never had someone so young seriously threaten me. It wasn’t really a serious threat since, I could tell by his actions, he was very weak and self-doubting. The weakness came from self-doubt and he had a lot of it. I’d been alive for a while and I could tell when someone had lost themselves and used anger as a front. “ You mind clearing this out, Parker? “ I commanded

It was too good, too intense, my body stretched to its limit, and still, I craved more. "Good girl," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You like it rough, don't you? My little slut." He picked up the pace, his thrusts turning rougher, demanding, and the sounds of our slapping skin mixed with our gasps of pleasure. Just when I thought I’d shatter from the intensity, I felt a new wave of pleasure surge through me. It was so intense, so overwhelming, that I started to lose my arch, my body slumping against the mattress. Luca noticed, his eyes dark with amusement as he tightened his grip on my hair, holding me steady. "Be a good girl, Lena," he growled, his

I watch his back tense, and it’s only then I notice how lean the man is. “Beta Cal, Ma’am” He says without turning to look at me. I glance at Clay who is also frowning. This man is the Beta, he is barely above skin and bones, and his nervousness is off the scale. For a Beta he seems far too weak and has no presence at all.

His voice was commanding. "Yes," She said immediately. She did not want to see another cruel act by him. She could see the anger he was trying to stifle. It made her scared and nervous. She had never seen him losing his temper before. She wanted to shrink herself so he couldn't see her with an intense gaze. She was still looking at him wide-eyed. He made eye contact with her. Which sent another jolt of tremors down her body. She couldn't take too much pressure from his intensity. She sat without making noise and movement in her body. She was afraid to move her finger and bat her lashes.

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he

It was no longer a linear progression; it was an exponential explosion. ​The Intensity (I) could be modeled as: I = \lim_{V \to V_{min}} \frac{\zeta \cdot B}{\sqrt{1 - \beta^2}} Where: ​V_{min} is the minimum volume of the safe room. ​\zeta is the primal resonance constant. ​B is the bond strength (currently at a peak). ​\beta is the velocity of the Feral Slide. ​As the volume (V) approached the minimum, the intensity (I) approached infinity. The contract, a human construct of ink and paper, was being shredded by a force of nature that didn't recognize the concept of "debt" or "terms."

P.V. Liam Frey Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I started to break everything possible in the room. Not before I had recovered from the knee Luna gave me. I couldn't have done that to her, not to my girl. Fuck! Why do I always do things without thinking? Always letting anger dominate me. I waited 3 years to come and do shit? I'm a son of a bitch and a bastard. My room was already totally destroyed. I went to the dresser and took a bag of powder, made a little row on my arm, soon I felt it inside me and starting to feel calmer.

The image of Ameera's devastated expression and Veronica's fearful eyes fueled the inferno within him. Haider stormed outside the room, his fury reaching new heights. The weight of his anger bore down upon his shoulders, and his eyes burned with a fiery intensity. Every step resonated with an unyielding determination, as if he were a predator closing in on its prey. The intensity of his rage radiated from him, casting a dark shadow over all who crossed his path.

“Is he being inappropriate? Because I swear to God, if he’s doing anything..” “No!” I cut in quickly, my eyes wide, almost pleading. “No, it’s not like that. He’s just… intense.” The word felt like an understatement, a massive deception. Intense didn’t cover it. Intense didn't explain the way my blood hummed, the way my skin felt too tight, the constant, suffocating awareness. “Intense,” Mariana echoed, raising a brow, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “You mean hot?”

She gives me the same sign back as an agreement. The doorbell suddenly rings and everyone is confused, who this is going to be. I walk towards the door to open it. When I open it I see someone I never felt this before. Hate. I feel hate right now. His presence gives me a shudder on my back. His look changes from happy to confused in seconds. Trevor. ... (to be continued)